(I am using WolfieYang and laabsmir ocs for these oneshots. The ocs I am using are for a story Wolfieyang is making.)

I entered the dining room, with many questions. I have many questions about my scar and how I got it. I am going to ask him.

"Hey dad?" I ask Flamethrower.

"Yes?" He replied. He motions me to sit.

"Can I ask you something?" I ask.

"I got time." He said. His voice is calm and non-judgemental.

"Where did I get my scar? If you do not mind me asking." I asked.

He sighed.

"I thought this would come up." He said.

I wait for him to explain.

"You got that when you were little." He explains, " I gave that to you."

"What?!" I almost yelled. He probably has his reasons.

"Well," He continued, "When you were born, you got a trait of mine."

He pauses. We head to his room.

"Well it is not really a trait, but when you were born there was another person born, what you could call a twin. It is uncommon in hybrids."

HYBRIDS! But I am just a wolf... Right?

"Well, me and my family were wolf-demon hybrids." He explains, "Your mom is a pure fox."

I forgot that. But part demon!

"I mean, what I did..." He said sadly, "I thought it would be the safest option."

He looked at me, sadly. I wrap my arm around them. He pulls out a pocket watch.

"They probably still have a grudge against me." He explains.

I learned that me and my dad were born with a dimensional twin. They have their own lives, but they are the other part of us. They can communicate with us.

Flamethrower looks at me. "When I found out you had one, I locked her in this pocket watch." He said, "Which caused your scar and blind eye."

"How old was I?" I asked.

"The night after you were born." He answers.

I leave the room. Now I have answers and more questions. Like, what is my part in this community.